Grandfather: There's little or no gold to be dug. He's plenty old and people don't mature anymore. They stay jackasses all their lives.

Jefferson: And in the end, I realized that I took more than I gave, I was trusted more than I trusted, and I was loved more than I loved. And what I was looking for was not to be found but to be made.

Russ: [to Jake] If you're going to piss your life away writing some goddamn book that no one is ever going to give a crap about, why did you have to involve my daughter? Let's say she gets pregnant. What are you going to do? Three can't live on what you make. Two can't live on what you make.

Jefferson: [having a vision of him, Kristy and their baby in a cold, dark alley somewhere with a fire burning] Kristy, is the baby warmer?